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is cricket poop horrid
the only insect, I knew, was in the house was a cricket. saw a speck on counter I thought was a food crumb. when I removed it it emanated the FOULEST, MOST SICKENING, ODOR I've ever experienced................................ felt nauseous for hours.
I guess it could have been a spider, also..........these are the only insects I get, normally.
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FISH-O
I, unfortunately have a lot of experience with crickets... sad and true. I worked in the pet industry for many years and crickets are used to feed other creatures. Yes, their poop smells.
If there are many crickets loose in your house, make them a home. They will keep you entertained in return.
| 11 years ago. Rating: 5 | |
I rarely get crikets. and as I've said, this could have been a spider, but it wasn't in the realm of normal bad smells. I've been close to garbage trucks in the summer when the trash is 'cookin''.
the tiny speck on the counter was quite a bit worse.
hope this gives everyone some more perspective.
just trying to get some education here.
thanks
the tiny speck on the counter was quite a bit worse.
hope this gives everyone some more perspective.
just trying to get some education here.
thanks
Well, that is very strange. When I ordered crickets, I ordered them by the thousands... 1 week size, 2 week size, 3 week size and so on. They were kept in aquariums with egg cartons piled up for them to climb around and live in. They are cleaned regularly and even if they don't smell very nice... worse than garbage or a dead person is not what they normally smell like. I gag easily and so I know they don't smell beyond foul.
I have no idea what that poop was. It was not cricket poop. You have a strange puzzle to figure out. Good Luck.
One of the things you can do is leave a dim light on in the room and sit quietly until the culprit shows it's self... that could take hours, days or weeks. It may also be a one time only occurence.
I have no idea what that poop was. It was not cricket poop. You have a strange puzzle to figure out. Good Luck.
One of the things you can do is leave a dim light on in the room and sit quietly until the culprit shows it's self... that could take hours, days or weeks. It may also be a one time only occurence.
ROMOS
Could be worse........
| 11 years ago. Rating: 4 | |
That is not a cricket or a spider and I think that poop has been photoshopped. You are no help here Man In Skirt.
The two of you are not taking this poop situation seriously. You are fired from the Cricket Poop Brigade. I can take it from here.
.... Geeze Louise and Cupcakes already!
.... Half naked man and a duck... what did I expect?
.... Geeze Louise and Cupcakes already!
.... Half naked man and a duck... what did I expect?
This person is serious... One does not make jokes when one has performed morgue detail in a hospital. That is nothing to joke about unless you are Gilda Radner, Mel Brooks, Gene Wilder, Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Boris Karloff or anyone named Boris for that matter. Ducky, are you a Boris diguised as a duck?
This is the story of a fellow that spent the early part of his life working in a photo-development studio. It was a small studio, but he worked hard and developed a large clientele of people who took their film to him to be developed. His control of the chemistry and technology of photography was excellent. In fact, he was given the nickname "Prints" by his grateful customers.
You must, of course, resist the temptation to become suspicious too soon. This is not the story of Snow White waiting endlessly at the Photomat and singing, "Someday, my prints will come." That particular story is much too old for this venue.
Back to our protagonist. He would have continued until retirement as a photo technician, but as so often happens as we grow older, he became victim to certain digestive indiscretions. His increasing inability to digest many common dietary constituents led to that particularly odious problem, flatulence. Now, this is a problem that well-known to most of us as we get older (and is something to which the younger members of the audience can look forward), but Prints found that the volume of gas he produced was excessive, even gigantic. In fact, it started to have negative consequences in his work and he was driven to see a physician.
Again, you must resist the temptation to jump the gun on this tale. The gases did not make the sound "Honda" and the doctor did not tell him he had an abscess. Thus, this is not the particular story where abscess makes the fart go "Honda"; that also is just too old for this audience.
The propensity to generate unacceptable volumes of gas became worse for our protagonist. Sometimes, however, there is a silver lining hidden within the blanket of adversity, and this was the case in this story. Prints discovered a new talent, one that he would not have known about, except for his affliction. He discovered that he could control the sounds that were made during gas release. After much practice, he could generate musical notes and other sound effects. The overture to a John Phillips Souza march, speeches by the Speaker of the House, the crack of nearby lightning, the long-rolling rumble of distant thunder, the roar of a 727 in full throttle, the mewling of a den of hungry kittens -- all of these and more became part of his repertoire. The audience for such performance art is small, but very enthusiastic. He was forced to give up his photography, and take to the stage in his new showbiz career.
Now, now, is the time to become suspicious. It is likely you may have even recognized the person this story is about -- the fartist formerly known as Prints.
You must, of course, resist the temptation to become suspicious too soon. This is not the story of Snow White waiting endlessly at the Photomat and singing, "Someday, my prints will come." That particular story is much too old for this venue.
Back to our protagonist. He would have continued until retirement as a photo technician, but as so often happens as we grow older, he became victim to certain digestive indiscretions. His increasing inability to digest many common dietary constituents led to that particularly odious problem, flatulence. Now, this is a problem that well-known to most of us as we get older (and is something to which the younger members of the audience can look forward), but Prints found that the volume of gas he produced was excessive, even gigantic. In fact, it started to have negative consequences in his work and he was driven to see a physician.
Again, you must resist the temptation to jump the gun on this tale. The gases did not make the sound "Honda" and the doctor did not tell him he had an abscess. Thus, this is not the particular story where abscess makes the fart go "Honda"; that also is just too old for this audience.
The propensity to generate unacceptable volumes of gas became worse for our protagonist. Sometimes, however, there is a silver lining hidden within the blanket of adversity, and this was the case in this story. Prints discovered a new talent, one that he would not have known about, except for his affliction. He discovered that he could control the sounds that were made during gas release. After much practice, he could generate musical notes and other sound effects. The overture to a John Phillips Souza march, speeches by the Speaker of the House, the crack of nearby lightning, the long-rolling rumble of distant thunder, the roar of a 727 in full throttle, the mewling of a den of hungry kittens -- all of these and more became part of his repertoire. The audience for such performance art is small, but very enthusiastic. He was forced to give up his photography, and take to the stage in his new showbiz career.
Now, now, is the time to become suspicious. It is likely you may have even recognized the person this story is about -- the fartist formerly known as Prints.
Ducky
My how sensitive! Do you ever go outside?
| 11 years ago. Rating: 4 | |
Wow..............a lot of negativity for a simple, practical question..........my first on this site.
this wasn't normal bad. I've smelled many bad things, like everyone.
this was many times worse than normal foulness. like in a whole different category.
people can still function, somewhat, even with skunk spray on them.
you couldn't continue with this smell in your nose or lungs..................it was horrendous.
maybe it was a DISEASED insect. I don't know
this wasn't normal bad. I've smelled many bad things, like everyone.
this was many times worse than normal foulness. like in a whole different category.
people can still function, somewhat, even with skunk spray on them.
you couldn't continue with this smell in your nose or lungs..................it was horrendous.
maybe it was a DISEASED insect. I don't know
You used the word "speck". Sorry that you're offended but your concern over a "speck" just seems...well uh...sensitive.
A cricket does poop in a speck-like manner... it isn't knock you over the head disgusting though. Diseased cricket... In the um-teen-thousands of crickets that I have (And, I say 'unfortunately' again)dealt with, not one of them had a disease of any kind. Curious.
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fishlet,
thank you for your appreciation of this 'puzzle'.
I got another cricket recently. I get 2 or 3 a year. I don't like to kill anything, unneccessarily.
not wanting to kill it, and not knowing the answer to this mystery, with vital health concerns, I caught and freed it outside BEFORE I got another 'sample'.
I appreciate your experience with handling these particular insects. gives me some confidence they're not a big health concern. or, at least, no worse than others.
haven't had any luck on the web FINALLY solving this issue.
| 11 years ago. Rating: 2 | |
Fishlet is our resident "Keeper of the Crickets" and she fired me for my answer. Don't you feel terrible now?
I wish you good luck. I, like you, don't kill anything unneccessarily... out the door it travels.
I had friends that bred blue bottle flies to feed their toads, which they also bred. They had a refrigerator dedicated to hibernation of the toads as well. The flies didn't smell badly either.
You have a curious conundrum.
I had friends that bred blue bottle flies to feed their toads, which they also bred. They had a refrigerator dedicated to hibernation of the toads as well. The flies didn't smell badly either.
You have a curious conundrum.
I would want to know 'What the heck' if it was happening to me... I mean really! What the heck?!
And, Ducky, I am sorry that I fired you. Ducks eat crickets!
And, Ducky, I am sorry that I fired you. Ducks eat crickets!
Speck be gone.
You are no fun.
You smell bad and make me sad.
Specky Speck, there is the door.
You are wanted in my life no more.
Oh poor poor smelly speck... what the flipping heck?!
You are no fun.
You smell bad and make me sad.
Specky Speck, there is the door.
You are wanted in my life no more.
Oh poor poor smelly speck... what the flipping heck?!
I think I'm a little deeper than poo talk. but it's part of life and with this incredibly bad odor there's a concern for your health because this could have contaminated food, unknowingly. I've never experienced anything close, and I've worked at a seafood restaurant [bad fish is quite bad] and I've done morgue detail at a hospital,.............'nuff said.
| 11 years ago. Rating: 2 | |
Did you read my expert advice on crickets? Catch them and flip them outside for the birds. A delicacy in Bird Land. I am quite serious.
Colleen
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If not... I wish you a wonderful and up-lifting day. I hope the sun is shining and the birds are chirping... birds eat crickets you know. They find them yummy, specky poop and all.